Las Palmas de Gran Canaria

On Thursday we went in search of some new fishing tackle for Kevin as we had hooked into a couple of fish lately which had gotten away due the barbs having rusted off the current gear. Also, the silver appearance of his favourite lure was now extremely patchy and probably not going to fool any fish. After walking miles to the places listed in the pilot book for fishing tackle and finding not a single shop, we went to El Corte Ingles, the department store, expecting to find only a scant and expensive selection. However, quite the reverse was true and Kevin was like a kid in a sweet shop trying to decide which to get. He has gone for some jigging lures (for those with any understanding at all what that might be) for use on passage.



We also managed to find a new boat brush at the nearby hardware store for €6.82, which seemed quite a bargain, as the special brush heads sold in the chandlery (made from exactly the same brushed polypropylene) were €53 (with the addition of yacht tax). So, another external wash of the boat was commenced, as soon as Kevin had finished with his fishing tackle, as we are moored under palm trees which shed some sort of spores all over the deck everyday that looks like ash.

The evening we invited Barry, Marie-Jeanne and Barry’s daughter Jennifer over for a few drinks, they had recently arrived in their Beneteau 57 and are moored just up the pontoon from us. They are taking part in the ARC, but will spend sometime cruising the islands before, with Marie-Jan’s parents arriving on Saturday. They came over about 7pm for sundowners, but as often seems to happen the drinking went on until the early hours, though Barry and Marie-Jan did sensibly stop for some dinner before midnight (though this may have been partly due to their big night out the night before!).